His purpose (you die, I die)

Chapter seven

1 Luna, 0 stranger.

"Yay" I squealed, like the twelv year old girl he intuited I was yesterday.
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"You're doing it wrong!" I shouted, how can someone be so incompetent at something so simple.
"No, you're just a shitty teacher" He shot back, making me push into him, he didn't even flinch.
"Are you really trying to play tough with me, angel?" He said, patting my head as if I was a little kid, he was using the height advantage which was unfair. He was a good 6'5, and even though I was 5'6 which isn't that short for a girl, it was still a big difference. I had to look up, every time I spoke to him.

We stood there for what felt like an eternity, just watching each other.
It wasn't until the omelet started burning, that we snapped out of the trance we were in.
"Look what you've done" I teased, trying to pin it on him.
"It wouldn't have happened if you weren't glaring at me like I was a piece of meat in front of you"
"I think I preferred when you were in a coma" I joked, earning a laugh from him.

It was nice hearing him laugh and seeing him smile. He was recovering, and even though it feels weird to say this, it kind of made me sad, because that meant he would be leaving soon. It felt good to not be alone all the time.

After another attempt at omelet, we finally made it.
"Not that bad" I said, taking another bite, he looked at me and leaned his head to the side.
"How did you save my life?" He asked, catching me off guard. I guess I should've seen this one coming. "You look too young to be a doctor" He wasn't wrong, I graduated rather young.

"I used to be a fourth-year resident, almost a surgeon." I tried to keep it short, trying to make it clear that I didn't really want to get into details, even though I understood why he was wondering.
"Used to?" He continued, scratching his right arm, then his left.
"What's your name?" I asked, ignoring his question when I realized that we haven't even gotten to first name basis.

Before he could answer, a sneeze escaped his lips, and then another one.
"Are you okay?" I asked, when I noticed him hysterically scratching and sneezing non stop.
I turned my head around, and my eyes met Barszik.
"Barszik!" I smiled, the sound of a chair falling caught my attention and the stranger was on the opposite of the room.

"Is that a fucking cat?" He said, giving Barszik the deadliest glare ever.

"Its Barszik" I smiled, "Get it the fuck out" He spat. Rude. "Excuse me? You can't actually tell me you're scared of cats" I replied, refusing to believe that was the reason. "I'm fucking allergic"

That makes a lot of sense, but what was I supposed to do with Barszik? We live in an apartment in New York, I can't just let him out. What if he doesn't find his way back again...

"Now for fucks sake" The only thing that made logical sense was to put Barszik in my room, which was exactly what I did. I felt bad, poor Barszik.

I rushed to my medicine cabinet, and grabbed the allergy pills I had left from Amelie, who was also allergic to cats.
"Here" I said, he just glared at my hand.
"Its allergy pills" I huffed, why was he so difficioult.
"No." Really. If stubborn was a person, then it would be this guy.

He laid down on the sofa again, and I took a seat next to him but held a small distance.
"Are you feeling better?" I asked, referring to his wound. A small part of me hoped he would say no.
"Kinda"
"Oh" I let out, not sure of what to say.
"Do you want to get rid of me, ángel?" I smiled at his snarky comment, "no" I said, and left it at that.

"You never told me your name" I continued, it hit me that he's been here for three whole days, how could I have forgotten to ask him what his name was, and why did he not ask what mine was?
He didnt answer though, he just looked at me with a straight face.

"I'm Luna" I spoke, trying to make the silence less awkward and encouraging him to tell me his, but by the sound of it, it didnt really work.
"Really? You're not gonna tell me your name?"
He shook his head, making the answer clear.  He was teasing me.

I looked at him, and then it felt like I hit jackpot when I noticed his tattoo of what looked like a building underwater.
"Fine" I spoke, "I'll just call you atlantis then"
A small smile appeared on his face, he liked his new name. Atlantis was better than stranger at least.

"Well Atlantis, do you like chocolate cake?" I smiled
"Are you gonna make me bake it?" funny.
"Only if you want to"
"I dont, but yes, I like chocolate cake, its my favorite"
"Mine too!" I cheered.

I stood up and made my way too the kitchen to gather everything we needed for the recipe. Shoot, we need baking powder.
"I'm gonna run to the store, its only a five minute walk, do you need anything?"

I turned around, only to catch him checking me out. Who's the one staring now huh. A blush crept up on my cheeks, damn it.
"I'm fine"

Only minutes later I was out of the door, making my way to the store. I had to spend some of my savings, I havent worked enough for my paycheck to actually last these days. Its fine though, I bought us lots of food, and made sure to get Barszik some snacks too because I felt bad for locking him in my room.

Only fifteen minutes after exiting my apartment, I was back again.
"I didn't really know what you wanted for dinner so I bough a little bit of everything, pizza, lasagne, even-" Before I could continue my rant about the food I bought, my eyes met Barszik.

"Barszik?" I said, scratching his stomach. How did he get out? I looked up and the living room was empty. The blanket was folded and laid on the arm of the chair just like before.

"Atlantis?" I called. No answer, just a wave of silence.

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What do you guys think? This chapter was way longer than usual, I hope it didnt get boring. The story is only starting ! -YALW